"Stoke?!" Regner couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this, he didn't expect that the supreme leader of the official magic organization of the Hawke Empire was actually a southerner. These two generations of kings are really relieved......

"Boy. Malolet knocked on Regner's head again angrily: "Lao Tzu has long asked you to see the history of the founding war, why are you still unclear about anything?

"Old man, you don't know, I've been busy with things over the Costa Fortress before, and I don't have time to sleep, how can I still have time to read that period of history?" Regner rubbed his head in embarrassment, Mallorite's strength as a Wind Sword Saint must be not small, and he was only afraid that he could knock out a big bag of Regner's head.

"......" Malloret looked at Regner, and then said helplessly, "That's it, anyway, it's okay, I'll tell you about it." ”

"You say, old man. Regner sat upright, listening.

"Mel was originally a Stoker, a very ordinary Stoke civilian. Malolet gathered her thoughts and said.

"Civilian, isn't he an archmage?" Regner couldn't help but ask.

"Listen to Lao Tzu!" "Mallorit's eyes widened, and Regner shrunk her neck in fright.

"Uh-huh!" said Mallorlett, clearing her throat, then pretending to continue, "Mel, this old fellow is a late bloomer. As you know, the entry threshold for such a thing as magic is very high, not to mention that in our place, even in the Stoke Empire, where magic is relatively developed, it is difficult for civilians there to learn spells. ”

"That's right. Regner nodded in agreement: "I heard that the magic academy of the Stoke Empire has become a gathering place for the children of nobles, and the people who can enter there either have an identity background or have huge financial resources. It's really ridiculous that the Academy of Magic, which was originally designed to lower the threshold for human contact with magic, has now become an exhibition park for the stinky and conspicuous giants of the South. ”

"That's it. Malolet sighed, in fact, he also had dreams of becoming a mage when he was young, but the Blademaster of the Wind had limited qualifications in magic (I don't know if it had something to do with his crazy personality). After determining that this road would never work, Malloret began to train her muscles with resentment, but she didn't expect to achieve a generation of sword saints by mistake......

After lamenting the situation of the past, Mallorite continued: "The conditions for ordinary private mages to recruit apprentices are even more harsh. So, Mel, who didn't have any background at the time, had been working as an apprentice in a magic shop for thirty years. ”

"......" Regner never thought that Mel would have this kind of experience. It's no wonder that he is so enthusiastic about the training of the younger generation of magicians, and so concerned about the establishment of the magic academy. Because he had been through those hardships himself, Mel didn't want his misfortunes to happen to anyone else. Thinking of this, Regner couldn't help but be in awe of Mel.

"With no one to guide her, Mel doesn't know how to meditate even the most basic, and the magic books on the market are all deceptive. So, at that time, Mel was like a blind man exploring the vast magical world alone. In those thirty years, he only had a third-level magic power. And this further undermined Mel's self-confidence, making him think that he was an untalented person. Malolet continued, "And all this changed after the man came. ”

More than thirty years ago......

Mel looked at the people who came and went in their robes, with a look of envy and reluctance in his eyes.

"Why can't I be, why can't I become a qualified mage...... Mel asks himself every day, but no matter how hard he tries, no matter how many magic books he reads, and no matter how much he practices, his magic level is only level three. He was in his forties, but he was only a pitiful, pathetic third-level ......

"Forget it, let's do our job!" Mel smiled self-deprecatingly, and then saw a man wearing the pendant of a mid-level mage from the Imperial Academy of Magic walking in proudly.

"Venerable Mage, what do you need?" Mel asked with a smile, although he was small, but sometimes this strange and funny appearance made the mages show their superiority. That's why the boss was willing to let Mel work here for thirty years.

"Five hundred milliliters of werewolf blood, ten hemostatic grasses, ten red jade fruits, and ......" The mid-level mage didn't say much after he came in, and he babbled a lot of magic materials.

"Okay, wait a minute. Mel nodded, and then began to prepare the materials with his hands and feet. It is not difficult to tell from the materials that this mage wants to refine healing potions.

Mel was so busy that he even moved a stool and stood up to take out two vials of werewolf blood. These things could have been easily obtained by a mid-level mage with the help of a mage, but he was happy to watch Mel work there like a monkey.

And Mel did not dare to use his own magic, because the apprentice used magic in front of the mage without permission, which was a disrespect to the mage.

Mel was sweating profusely, but at the end of the day, he was surprised to find that the ruby fruit that the mage needed was out of stock......

"Damn it, the boss said that the goods would be purchased before, and it is estimated that they will arrive in the afternoon. Mel patted his forehead. However, the red jade fruit is not a necessary thing for refining healing potions, so Mel naturally has his own way of dealing with it.

"I would like to ask, Master Mage, do you want to refine a healing potion?" Mel bowed, then asked cautiously.

"That's right, pack it for me when you're ready!" the mage frowned impatiently.

"I'm sorry, Master Mage, but the red jade fruit in our store is out of stock for the time being. Mel said apologetically.

"Out of stock?!" the mid-level mage was obviously very unhappy with this.

"But I think if it's just to make healing potions, the Ruby Fruit can use them instead. Mel said as he pointed to several other materials on the shelf.

"In terms of the effect of blood circulation and blood stasis, the effect of the red jade fruit is not as good as theirs, although these materials are a little more expensive, but I dare to guarantee that they are definitely worth the money! Maybe you can directly refine the intermediate healing potion?" Mel said with a smile, he had met a lot of mages, so if he thought about it in the usual way, his rhetoric would not be a problem.

But today this mage is different, he is trying things in the field of alchemy for the first time, so the requirements for material formulas are quite rigid. He was afraid that he would make a mistake with one of the ingredients and cause the refining to fail, and if this happened, it would undoubtedly be a blow to his self-confidence.

Moreover, Mel's reference to "refining an intermediate healing potion" sounded a bit ironic to him. It's like saying that you can only refine primary healing potions in the first place.

Therefore, Mel's seemingly flawless rhetoric unexpectedly angered the mid-level mage. He immediately yelled, and then slapped Mel in the face.

Mel was a little confused by the mage's sudden outburst, but he also knew that these people should not be easily offended. So Mel held his head, ready to wait for the mage's punches and kicks to be exhausted.

But this mage was unexpectedly vicious, and he felt that this thin middle-aged man had offended him, so he had to make him pay!

The mage threw out a magic missile, although it was only a first-level spell, but the power of the magic missile was enough to break the leg bones of an ordinary person, especially a skinny guy like Mel, not to mention it!

Mel knew something was wrong when he heard the mage chanting the spell, and he wanted to avoid turning himself into a cripple. In desperation, he could only recite the spell, probably because he had been in the second or third level for too long, so Mel was extremely skilled in using spells such as magic missiles. His magic missile was even faster than the mid-level mage, and before the mage could throw his spell, he was hit in the face by Mel's magic missile.

"You're looking for a dead !!!!!!" infuriated the mid-level mage even more, and he took a step back, then completely ignored the bustling crowd around him, ready to blast down the damn shop with a fireball.

The crowd of onlookers, who had thought there was a bustle, suddenly fell into a panic, and they fled in a hurry, for fear that they would be affected by the fireball technique.

"To hell with me! this is the price you pay for offending the mage!" the mid-level mage looked hideous, and then prepared to throw the fireball spell out.

But just before the spell was about to be completed, the magic in his fingertips dissipated in an instant. Because someone used a spell counter.

It was a young man with a gentle smile on his face, no, maybe it would be more appropriate to say that he was a teenager. For the man looked to be only about fifteen or sixteen years old, and he had short black hair, which was carefully trimmed and gave him a bit of a capable air. The boy's eyes were dark and bright, like the stars of the night. There was a confident smile on his lips that seemed to say that everything was a breeze for him.

Mel wiped the blood from her nose and the corners of her mouth, then stood up silently.

"Don't make trouble here, okay? You're also a student at the Academy of Magic, right?" the boy said lightly.

"What are you?!" the middle-aged man said in a resentful tone, staring at the young man in front of him, as if he was considering whether to break the leg of this boy who didn't know whether to live or die.

"I'm also a student at the Academy of Magic, and I thought that your doing so might affect the reputation of the Academy of Magic, so I stopped you. The teenager explained nonchalantly.

"Stop me, you're so angry!" The mid-level mage laughed angrily, he was a tenth-level mage, how strong could this kid be at such a young age?

"Okay. The boy sighed helplessly: "Maybe after reading this, you will be able to know who I am." ”

After the young man finished speaking, two halos, one black and one white, lit up from his body. Those were two magic rings, and this boy who looked like he was only fifteen or sixteen years old was actually a high-level mage!